i walked upon dozens of roses red as the blood that parted moses the path was sprinkled with beauty and wonder each rose winked at me as i came upon its shoulder they smiled at me and wished me good luck hoped my travels back to earth wouldnt suck i had come here as a sharp thorn wishing these heavens and gods my born but little by little each rose lit up pormising a better life as id reach a new...

I traveled down the path, Where they once walked before. On a thorn covered trail with my bare feet sore.

Blood streaming from my feet, To the roots of the flowers. It colors the petals, In my final hours.

Death waits for me at the end, Crimson cloaked. It reaches out its hand and its fingers I stroked as they once did, Before....

A figure floated at the end of the path. Its head seemed disconnected from its body. I nearly missed it in the red flowers surrounding the red dusty path.

I took in a slow breath and stepped forward. The dried petals crunched under my feet. I closed my eyes and let myself imagine what would have happened if I had not followed this path twelve years ago.

I put my right foot in frunt of my left a...

Roses are red, daises are white She was fled and is now nowhere in sight She left people to cry and in sorrow, they didn’t realize they left her alone with no love to borrow....

I am trapped in this cursed world.

Yes, I have delivered the biscuits to my grandmother- walked on that path-

Thousands-

Thusands of times.

My destiny is ever unchanged- until now.

The flowers- which I once collected- sprout thorns and push me away.

Don_’_t fall for the illusions the wolf has set for you! they say.

Yet-

however much blood I must shed-

when I reach the flowers on this...

Death is a mysterious thing. You always know to expect it but when it comes for you, You never quite accept it.

So when the red woman came for me, Her way one of life. I decided to feel her presence, Wether or not the time was right.

She strode past the bloody green, I didn’t move an inch. Her face was hidden in a cloak, I haven’t forgotten since.

When she reached my figure, The bloody path...

Every since I could remember, it was just me and him every December. We've stayed at the park when nobody else cared, we had each other and the moments we shared. Still to this day I'll have your back, cause I'll always be a daddy's girl and that's a fact. Your getting old now and I'm getting scared. Because I know without you nobody else cares. Your all I've ever had and now your sick and it's...

Roses Prickly with sweet scents A drop of blood from admiration

Sewn and strewn for all Remembered as an allegory Seen in actuality and metaphor

Blood red like hearts pumping Beating Every odd Seasonal and timeless is the blossom of a beating heart Like love worn as an embrace

A cloak for all emotions A petal plucked and lost Deep is the color of ours _...

when i die bury me in the garden lay my soul to rest underneath picnic table and pavement down below your surface, blanketed in soft warm dirt is caresses me far less gently than intended worn down off-white dirty converse collected in it’s fabric each cherished memory, and every aching step i took towards home with you dusted over celiephane dandelions wilted honeysuckle and red roses dandel...

Her cloak drags through petals Blood-red petals Blood-red roses Blood-red cloak Red is the color of death

Her grandmother loved red She said Red is vibrant Red is vivid Red is life

Red isn’t life anymore Red hasn’t been life Since grandmother’s death

Red was life when grandmother lived Red is death now When grandmother is dead

Blood-red petals on the path Blood-red roses on the grave Blood-red...